Not even an hour into Mare Imbrium’s two-week-long night, Commander Gordon Gooch III was snoring through the end of the world.
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I’m proud to be a CopyKat. No, scrub that crap. To be proud, I’d have to care about what you tiny wittle mousies think.
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Micah looked up and saw the contrast of blues on the horizon.
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“We really shouldn’t go near that place,” Katy said as Jacob led her toward the dark building in the middle of the abandoned village. “You know who lives there.”
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The helicopter was a patchwork of mottled camouflage contrasting with the flat black sections where it had been repaired.
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The year is 2096. The setting could be anywhere. You won't be alive then. Read on.
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The boy scout looked clean, even his hair. The jeans were worn but clean and the brown scout shirt almost new.
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I stand in the elevator, watch the floors click past: 22, 23, 24. Outside, the sweeping vista of Singapore’s neon nightscape flashes and sparkles.
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I am thirty five years old. Two candle flames dance, reflected in Linda's pupils. I brush her hair.
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I crossed the boundary line, entering familiar space as each breath of morning air drew knives into my lungs.
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Carrie Michaels reclined in the dry dirt of the lakeside, watching water spiders skitter across the green-tinted water.
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A human can survive twenty-one days without food. A snake can survive months, a crocodile a year.
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This will be the last time I speak to you. As we stand here, the sun beats down; we have not seen night for months now.
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There it was again – that smell. Barrick glanced at his father.
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The sun rose over the mountains. Although, one could hardly call those the mountains.
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Chains and ropes creaked on the other side of the great gate. Beyond, Grade could hear the sounds of life and livestock, mingling with the rain.
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The old man's eyes slowly opened, revealing the misty gray remnants of a wise soldier that once was.
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Academic conferences are notorious for being done on the cheap. Travel budgets for faculty are usually paltry.
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Joss McIntyre sat on his favorite knoll and looked down at The Camp spread below in the small steep-walled valley.
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When the impending heatwave was announced, my first thought was that this would be an opportunity to move in with Dahlia.
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